The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 73: Hunted In A Hunt (1)

Chapter 73: Hunted In A Hunt (1)

Isadora’s desperate breaths filled the air, drowned by the pounding of her heartbeat.

She glanced over her shoulders now and then, to catch a glimpse of him—but only the dark woods greeted her.

But she knew it—felt it. He was watching her.

She was determined to put up as much distance as she could.

But her leg hindered her from doing so. Her desperate attempts to get away were suddenly turning into a pathetic mission.

As if the gods had further damned her fate, she tripped and her face landed on the dirt.

In ragged breaths, she sat up—crawling if she had to, but she had sprained her ankle again. The violent pain became harsher to bear, tears threatened to fall as she held onto it.

"Come on!" she begged, summoning her weaves but they weren’t responding at all.

Even her hands were damning her too.

She was being hunted and yet there was nothing she could do. What was left for her to do? Let the darkness claim her?

"Are you hurt, love?"

She heard his gravelly voice, but she could not see him. It echoed around her, sending a chill down her spine as her pulse raced.

"Maybe I’m not playing fair..." he mused.

Her erratic eyes moved around but there was nothing that led the voice back to him, it was as if he was everywhere and at the same time he wasn’t.

"Don’t get me bored, love."

"I’m not playing your stupid game!" she yelled into the air.

"Oh, you already are..."

She gasped, out of nowhere, he was suddenly crouched in front of her.

Dark weaves clung to him, leaking off his skin, while his eyes gleamed like the moonlight, mirroring the twisted hunger directed at her.

Isadora clenched her holster tightly, pulled out her dagger in haste, and aimed it at him but he vanished.

Using that moment of opportunity, she forced herself to her feet and began limping her way through but her ankle hurt.

She didn’t take more than five steps until she collapsed again.

In the blink of an eye, something warm banded around her other ankle and yanked her backward.

Isadora’s screams echoed through the air, she was flipped effortlessly and when she opened her eyes, he was on top of her, laughing sadistically.

"I honestly thought you were going to hop there, cute."

Anger burned in her eyes and she swung her dagger at him but with a shift of his head, he dodged it, gracefully.

"You’re not putting up much of a fight, love." He clicked his tongue.

"That’s because I’m hurt!" she swung her blade again and he kept dodging, absentmindedly, engrossed by her sudden words.

"Why?"

Why in the olden gods’ name is he asking her such a question, when he’s hunting her like an animal?

Kraven caught her wrist, suddenly stopping her swings. He moved his eyes to her small hand and noticed the quivers and bruises.

His smirk slowly faded. "Do you remember their faces?"

"What?" she questioned, suddenly confused.

"Don’t make me repeat myself."

She gulped at his icy tone and pondered where the change of mood came from.

He turned his dark gaze back to her, all traces of amusement vanished, replaced by something primal.

"How many?" he asked in a low tone.

"I-I-I don’t remember," she replied, in a faint whisper, shaking beneath him.

It all happened so fast and she didn’t exactly pay attention, not when she was holding on for her life.

"Then the survivors here..." He nodded, eyes moving around like he could spot every single one before he shook his head as if to yank the thoughts away. "Logi would throw a fit if I reduced the numbers myself."

’What?’

He brought his eyes back to her and a smile found his lips. "Not that I give a damn about his fits. Tell me, love, would you join me to hunt the others?"

’He can’t be serious.’

"You’d hunt your warriors to be... because they trampled on my hands?"

"Yes, I don’t see the reason why I shouldn’t."

"You’re insane!"

"I don’t like repeating myself... would you join me for a hunt?"

She doesn’t even remember their faces and yet he looked as if he would dissect anything she points.

The mere thought of it caused heavy chills down her spine.

"No," she replied. "The hunt will eat them after all."

Isadora didn’t mean that but she said it just to throw his murderous intent away. It was suffocating and hard to withstand.

And then he did the last thing she expected. He laughed. Brushing whatever occurred as a mere amusement.

"Of course." He kissed her quivering hand and leaned closer causing Isadora’s breath to cut. "Since my little bunny already wished hell for them... then it would be boring to hunt."

She gulped.

"Now where were we?"

’Oh no!’

"Right... You were supposed to make sure I did not catch you... and yet," his eyes raked her form beneath him and it stirred an intense sensation within him. "Here you are... completely at my mercy."

Her heart picked up pace and when she intended to move, his dark weaves banded around her wrist and held them above her head.

"Remember love, the more you move, the tighter it gets."

Panic filled Isadora’s mind and it was giving her a whiplash but the hungry look in his eyes as she lay trapped beneath him did not bore well for her.

Her insides froze up when she felt the cold blade of her dagger on her exposed stomach.

She had removed her leather corset to get a comfortable sleep. It was suddenly a mistake on her part.

Her breaths became unstable as he moved the blade beneath her tunic, to the dividing of her breasts, where her heart beat against the steel.

"I can hear your heartbeat," he murmured, amused. "And it does not beat out of fear."

Her lips parted and her eyes fell wide.

"I want you to tell me to leave again... this time I want you to mean it."

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